Novel & Cerita Adicción Perfecta

Ezekiel said as I looked at him weirdly. “Tomi and I are just friends, Which weird relationship you dey talk about?” “You love the girl, the girl loves you too although I don’t understand what she sees in you sha. Both of you will dance around this attraction thing and end up cheating on your partners with each other. Be hiding under Bestie canopy there.” “Ezekiel, you drink before you come here?” I asked him completely serious.

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

Fucking as Drunken gets you revved up to a maximum level and it can cancel out your perception and maybe show you things that aren’t there, so it was very possible that all those images that were in my mind of Maya underneath me, in front of me, above me as he rode me like an a****n, were due to alcohol. But tasting Maya as sober, being able to feel her skin under my fingers, hearing her moans and her voice screaming my name as she squeezes my dick and comes over me like a fury, I think it was the closest experience to heaven. I was convinced that, after spending a whole weekend fantasizing about her, after I had her, I would stop obsessing. After I got that pebble off I could move on and lo

Her perfect tits were begging to be tasted so I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked before I plunged into her wet heat. She dug her nails into my back and screamed my name as I fucked her fast. I gave up trying to make her cum, the only thing that relieved her was me spilling my seed inside her. Although, I didn’t even have to try, usually she came all over me just from me fucking her deep and hard. Ever since we became bonded, the tingly feeling had gotten stronger, and I have found it harder to leave her side even for a minute. My mind tells me one thing but my body another.

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.

“Of him” Charlie looked away. “Everyone is. You don’t understand the depth of what he’s built. Project Delphinium isn’t just about corporate dominance – it’s about erasing people. Making them Vanish without a trace – without any consequences. He’s done it before. There’s nothing stopping him from doing it again.” “To who?” He didn’t answer. “You’re a part of it,” I said quietly. “You helped him build this.” “I’m trying to take it down,” he whispered. “But if I move wrong, people die. Including Steph – she’s the only one I’ve got, the only family I have left.”

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

Brayden remarked, looking at her curiously. “He is a good man. Gambling addiction is like any other, it’s addiction. It’s not something you really choose. Maybe you made that first choice but fell hard and as much as you try to pick yourself up you just don’t seem to have the strength to stay standing for long. Somehow you keep falling down. It takes a lot to climb out of such a soul gripping pit.” Meredith was looking at Brayden in the eyes as she talked but she didn’t realize what she was saying until it had all been said.